Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates...
May 30, 2021 12:26:43 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2021 12:26:43 GMT -5
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The following scenes will make use of foul language, rape, gore, sex, drugs, rock and roll, and adult themes.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
💋You Have Been Warned.💋
----- Kawaguchi, Japan -----
---- Before International Incident -----
------ OFF CAMERA -----
Jax - “I’ll never let you fall…”
Dru gasped, softly, leaning into his frame as she felt calm for perhaps the first time in twenty years.
“I am so lucky…”
Her voice whispered, dipping into a husky tone as she turned her head, kissing him gently. Jax chuckled, swaying with her in the darkness. Her little cottage was quaint. Small, but full of excitement; like her. But it was the land that caught him off guard. She let a farmer and his family live there, free of charge, in exchange for her use of the spare room when she was in town. 10 acres of pristine land, in the midst of a small village. Dru never stopped surprising him.
As the evening waned, and the sun began to peak just over the treetops, Jax lifted his beloved into his arms, sweeping her to their bedroom. She needed her rest.
They were to be in Tokyo tomorrow.
------ International Incident ------
-------- Tokyo Dome, Tokyo, Japan ------
------ April 28th 2021 ------
------ ON CAMERA -----
While Dru waited in her dressing room for her curtain call, Mama slipped in behind her. That brusk Belarusian accent startled her.
Mama - “Kachanie, he’s here.”
Dru spun on her bootheel. Eyes widened, but glared at her dear Mama.
“Jesus Fucking Christ on the Grill Mama! Warn me?.... Fuck!”
Mama patted her friend's shoulder, before yanking her into a heavy hug. Dru gasped, being choked not only by the smell of Mama’s perfume and clove cigarettes, but by the big woman herself. Dru couldn’t handle it… she tapped Mama’s shoulder… hard…
“Mama… let…. Me… GO!”
Dru yanked free, panting hard, as the color slowly came back to her face. Mama laughed, sitting down on the bench in the dressing room.
Mama - “I am sorry Kachanie, but I misses you.”
Mama chuckled. Dru smiled.
“Yeah, I missed you, too.”
Mama - “Now, he is here Kachanie… we will grab him after your show, yes?”
Dru nodded, stretching her shoulders.
“Sounds good. When you grab him, do not let him see where he’s taken or who has him.”
Dru growled, hotly, low and deep in her throat.
“Make him… uncomfortable… I will contact you in four days, and we’ll go from there. In the meantime.. Let Dane have his fun.”
Mama grinned, relishing Dru’s wickedness. She stood, enveloped her in a hug once more, before kissing her forehead.
Mama - “My little girl, you have grown into such a beauty.”
Dru smiled, leaning into Mama’s kiss on her head. The only time Dru ever felt motherly love or compassion was with Mama. Ever.
Mama - “Kachanie, you go, you go break bones, yes?”
Dru laughed.
“Mama, it’s “break a leg”, not break bones…”
Mama grinned, tapping Dru on the nose.
Mama - “No, Kachanie, I mean, you break bones. Yes? Opponent, make him hurt, Kachanie!”
As a knock interrupted them, Dru moved to hug her once more but was hastily escorted out. A wave was all she could manage and as Mama faded into the back of her mind, Dru’s focus grew vicious. It grew vibrant. She became.. The Prophet.
---- MEANWHILE…----
Dane and Katya stalked the vendors, feigning a relationship to follow the fat man. Katya kissed Dane’s cheek, before leaving his side to flank Gotti.
Announcer - “Druuuuuuscilla White!”
Gotti turned, entering the arena and hurried to his seat. Now was his chance. To see what he’d created. He managed to get to his seat Just as Dru came down the ramp. He waved his banner, laughing jubilantly, knowing he’d catch her eye eventually. They were bonded, he and Dru. He knew he’d get her back.
As the match went on, Gotti never even saw Dane come sit two rows behind him. Each time the crowd stood and cheered for Dru, Dane’s eyes never left Gotti’s frame. Dru slammed Eoin onto the mat, hard, with the full force of her body. Gotti screamed her name, applauding his girl. Dane snarled. His hatred for this man, growing ever hotter, if that were at all possible. Katya caught his eye, he turned his head,
Dru powerbombed Eoin viciously, and as she began to climb the ladder to reach her prize, Dane lunged for Gotti.
The fat man spun around, and as the crowd screamed for Dru’s victory, a gunshot was muffled by the voices. A gasp echoed. A body fell. Who was it? What happened? Katya screamed, sheer horror and terror on her porcelain face. Royal Powerhouse’s voice boomed over the loudspeakers announcing Druscilla as the winner and the scene went BLACK.
----- International Incident -----
------ Immediately Following Match ------
------- ON CAMERA --------
High on her win, still spitting blood, Dru clutched that suitcase. She smiled, quite happy with herself. Yet, that was about to change. A cloaked figure stepped in front of her in the hallway. She cleared her throat.
“Ahem…. Excuse me?”
The figure did not move.
Figure - “Why do you celebrate little one?”
Dru arched a brow, a low growl escaping her throat.
“May I pass?”
The Figure still did not move. In fact, it was as if he grew in stature, leering at her from behind that bleak cloak.
Figure - “Little one, beware, your glee will be short lived as the reaper lingers beside you. Your head is on the block, little one, and you may not be saved.”
Dru rolled her eyes, shoving past the figure, as a wave of frigid cold overtook her. She spun on her heels, only to see nothing in the hallway. No one but her and her alone. She blinked. Slightly confused, before attempting to shrug it off. She continued down the hallway, stopping only once she reached her dressing room…
------- Ce La Vie, Rooftop of Marina Bay Sands Singapore ----
------ Tokyo, Japan ------
------ April 29th 2021 -----
------ ON CAMERA ------
Jax waited on the rooftop, for Dru to come. He was nervous. Visibly so. He’d checked and doublechecked the table three times, and even harassed the waiter five times. A hush came over the rooftop cafe as Dru stepped through the doors. Her hair, vibrant red, was piled in curls and pinned to perfection on her head, but what captivated even the other patrons was the gown she chose. A tight fitting, strapless black gown with a very low cut backline. Her trane, swishing behind her, added to the almost ‘50s pinup feel she had. Her stilettos clicked over the marble flooring, and with each step, Jax lost his breath.
Once she reached the table, she kissed him and smiled.
“Oh my love, why do you look so scared?”
She laughed, her bruises were well hidden by makeup, but he could still see the slight pain in her eyes. He forced a heavy breath, as they both sat down.
Jax - “Oh? I.. I’m not scared, love, it’s.. Hot out tonight.”
He lied, adjusting the collar of his suit, then readjusting his tie. It all had to be perfect. Every. Single. Detail.
Jax - “You were fabulous last night, Dru, really. Absolutely amazing!”
He laughed, as the waiter brought the appetizers and their drinks. Jax had taken the liberty of ordering for her, a bourbon, on the rocks for her and a beer for himself. The music was soft, classical, like Dru enjoyed. The breeze was cool on their skin and the night, it was perfect.
They spoke for hours, of their careers, of Dru wanting Jax to join her in OPW, so they would never be apart, and how Jax wanted to enjoy their lives together. But once the conversation turned to wedding details, and dinner had arrived, Jax grew jumpy. Twitchy.
“Jax, we need to set a date. Robi is on my case bout it, *she laughed* apparently, she has plans.”
Jax nodded, pushing his plate away from him. Contented and full, the steak was a tad overcooked, but still quite delicious. Dru, having chosen the eggplant parmesan, dabbed her napkin at the corners of her mouth, gently, and smiled. Happy, deliriously so.
Dru looked out over Tokyo, the stars in her eyes, nothing could make this night better. Or so she thought.
Jax stood from the table, motioning with two fingers to the waiter, who disappeared into the bar, Jax began to walk around the table. He stopped in front of Dru and knelt to his knee. Opening a small black box, inside, the two rings they’d chosen for their wedding bands.
Dru gasped, a gloved hand covering her mouth.
Just then, a tall man stepped through the doors, a white collar tucked into his shirt. He looked to Jax, who took a deep breath.
Jax - “Druscilla Anne White.. Would you do me the absolute honor of marrying me…. Tonight?”
The whole restaurant went silent. Waiting on bated breath for her answer.
“Jax… I…”
Dru gathered her thoughts, she stood, she took his hand in hers and pulled him up.
“Yes!”
Jax grabbed her, hugging her tightly and Paul stepped beside them. As the two kissed, the man cleared his throat and smiled. They parted, still holding one another's hands as the man began to speak.
Paul - “Welcome, all, to this magical evening. We are gathered here before you, the Gods and our dear friends to bind these two souls as one. Jaxson Marshal, and Druscilla Anne White. My darling beloveds, through heaven and hell you two have traversed to find one another…”
Dru looked to Jax, a tear forming in her eye as Paul spoke. This was insane! This was crazy, but this was Jax and Dru. Why waste another minute being separated? Why not grab life by the balls and twist every single thing out of it?
Paul - “Jaxson, do you take Druscilla to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have to and to guard as her Viking until Valhalla calls?”
Jax - “Damned right, I do!”
Paul nodded, handing Jax the ring, Dru slid the glove off her left hand and despite the bruises, Jax slid the two bands on her finger. He kissed her knuckles as Paul continued;
Paul - “Druscilla, do you take Jaxson, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to guard as his Shieldmaiden until Valhalla calls?”
Dru wept, clutching Jax’s hand in hers as he wiped the tears from her eyes.
“Of course I do!”
Paul nodded once more, handing her the solid platinum band. Dru took Jax’s left hand in hers and slid the ring on gently, kissing his knuckles before she looked back to Paul. Jax’s eyes began to tear up, he held Dru’s hands tightly, lovingly, but she could feel the ferocity in his touch. How much he cared for her and how he would literally die for her.
Paul - “You all bear witness, this union, may no man, nor Gods tear asunder. I now pronounce you, Viking and Shieldmaiden, Jaxson and Druscilla Marshal. Please, kiss your bride.”
Paul stepped back, as the restaurants erupted in cheers and tears, Jax gently cradled Dru’s face in his hands as they kissed, both of them crying happy tears.
As the ink dried on the license, Dru and Jax slunk away to their hotel room, to enjoy the rest of the evening, and the trip, as their honeymoon. Because soon, they were both back to work. And even more scary, was what were they going to tell the Wolves of Odinn? What were they going to tell Robi?
------- Dru and Jax’s home ------
----- Baton Rouge, Louisiana -----
------- May 3rd 2021 -------
------ OFF CAMERA ------
When they landed and finally got home, they were exhausted. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. The whole trip had been a work out for both of them, especially their elopement, and the kidnapping of Gotti. Dru had to make a note to contact Mama once she’d cleaned up, doctored her wounds again and rested.
The day flew by as the duo slept, and soon it was 9 p.m. Dru jolted awake, heavy breathing and covered in sweat. A nightmare had disturbed her. She held her chest, her heart seemingly wanting to leap through her ribs. Jax sat up with her, wrapped his arms around her and whispered softly;
Jax - “What’s wrong babe?”
Dru gasped, gulped hard and struggled to free herself from him for a moment. She was scared. Her mind, weary, wasn’t fully clear.
“He’s hurt…”
Jax was thoroughly confused. He slipped from the silken sheets, his nude form silhouetted by the moonlight pouring through the windows. He pulled on a pair of sleep pants and walked to her, gently rubbing her shoulders. Careful not to touch those feverish bruises.
Jax - “Shhh babe, who’s hurt? What happened?”
Dru, weeping softly, fumbled for her cell phone, fingers sore and hands tight and she punched in a single number. It rang. Once. Twice. Three times before that thick Belarusian accent replied.
Mama - “Kachanie…”
Dru interrupted her.
“Mama, where’s Dane?”
A heavy intake of breath made Dru’s skin crawl, she put the phone on speaker and shot to her closet grabbing her clothes.
Mama - “Kachanie… how did…? No matter. Dane is… It’s no good Kachanie,...”
Dru, yanking her skin tight jeans over her hips, interrupted her once more. Her lip began to ooze plasma again, her worry having split the injury from her match open again.
“Is he dead Mama?”
Her voice was wrought with fright. Mama sighed…
Mama - “Kachanie… I do not know.”
Dru stopped dead in her tracks… Her face was drained of all color. The room began to spin… Was it the head injury or the shock?
“Did Gotti..?”
Mama - “No, no Kachanie, we have him… but Katya… she turn. She take Dane, all we find was blood. His.”
Dru snarled. Jax, concerned for his love, was already dressed and beside her, ready to do whatever she deemed necessary. Dru went silent, for a moment, her voice dipped into that lower register once more.
“Mama… Katya is mine. Alert Robi you have Gotti, I know she’ll want to say hello…”
Mama - “Kachanie, what are you going to do?”
Jax handed Dru her guns. The twin Chiappa Rhino 60 DS. Her babies.
“What I do best, Mama.”
Jax - “I’ll send up the net.”
Mama fluttered, hearing Jax’s voice.
Mama - “Jaxson? You keep Kachanie safe, yes?”
Jax - “Of course. She’s my wife… eh Life! Oop…”
Dru’s eyes shot to Jax as the phone almost exploded with gleeful cheers, Belarusian praise and excited squeals.
Jax - “Sorry baby… slip of the tongue?”
He grinned, winking that charming wink of his. Dru grinned and swatted him with her bra before she put it on, adjusting her breasts in the cups as she snagged her tank top. The bruises along her ribs are still very black and angry. She winced, slipping into the black tank.
Mama - “Kachanie why you no tell Mama?”
Dru sighed.
“Mama, it’s a secret. We haven’t told anyone… It literally just happened… In Japan.”
Mama cursed under her breath.
Mama - “Kachanie, I wanted to be there for you… You are my Kachanie.”
Dru kissed Jax and smiled when he whispered “my wife” in her ear. Her face flushed with a rosy hue. She loved the sound of it, as Jax walked out of their room, Hel followed him churring happily. Dru looked down to her rings, smiling.
“Mama, I promise when all this dies down, I’ll have you stay with us for a while, ok?”
Mama - “Yes, Kachanie, that would be lovely. Now, what are you going to do about Katya?”
Dru sighed, slipping her gun vest on and making sure those Chiappa’s were snug in their holsters.
“What I do best, in between matches I will hunt her. I will hunt her to the end of the earth.”
Dru’s eyes went cold. Violent. Feral. Mama spoke a few phrases in Belarusian and snapped Dru back from the brink.
Mama - “Druscilla, you are not killer anymore, you are wrestler. Yes? You focus on wrestle.”
“Yes, Mama, I will, but this is fucking personal. Katya has Dane. She probably fucking has Priscilla.”
Dru was fuming.
“Look, I know her better than anyone else. Probably better than herself. I can be both the hitman you love and the wrestler that I am.”
Mama - “I am here, Kachanie, to help. My children are yours, yes?”
Dru nodded, getting into her safe, the old files she’d buried so deep.
“I know Mama, I love you…”
Click. She hung up as he hauled out the big boy file. The second oldest folder in her safe. The one that, if read, they knew she meant business.
“Cunt dies when I find her…”
------- The Bayou, Louisiana ------
----- May 30th 2021 ------
----- ON CAMERA ------
“Austin.. Austin… you poor boy. Fresh out the gate, and you’re paired against me?”
She sneered, her face turning to the light, slowly, those fangs glimmering.
“We never got to dance in F2B. We so desperately wanted one another's throats. To shred each other to ribbons. Now, we have that chance.”
She flipped the chair around, straddling it, leaning her elbows on the back rest.
“You know, Austin, I’ve watched you. I’ve watched you since I joined F2B. Each match. I studied you. When you fought Carson? I watched. When you fought Le’Andra. I was there, too. Remember your fatal 4 way? I watched you then, and I beat the hell out of Brandon Moore out of sheer rage. Yeah, I lost my fatal 4 way, but only barely. But you, cher, you are the one I wanted to destroy.”
She rubbed her leg and smiled, looking back to the flickering lantern.
“Sure, we’re friends. Because I love Toddy, I fought to forgive you. What’s that saying? It’s not personal, it’s business? Exactly. Out of the ring, I’m your best friend, your greatest ally, but in that ring.. I am your worst nightmare. I’ve proven myself, time and time again, through matches and time. Look at me, Austin? I’m still fucking standing.”
She stood up, kicked the chair to the side of the shacks room, its clattering muffled the cicada’s screaming and the night birds in the bayou singing but only briefly. Dru knelt before the camera. Focused hard on the lens.
“Remember that when you step in that ring, Austin. You hit me, you’d better fucking make sure I stay down, otherwise, I will cripple your ass. I will stomp you and take that pretty little reputation of yours.”
Her smile was disconcerting, almost crazed. Dru had been through so much, especially lately, that she had become rather unpredictable. Dru was different. Coming into herself. Stepping from the shadows of small time wrestling, to the big leagues with Outlaw Professional Wrestling definitely suited her.
“Do you know where I am, Austin? I’m sitting beside you in the car when you go get your latte.”
She smirked. Lighting a joint. She took a deep puff and held her breath for a moment, before exhaling and peering through the smoke.
“I’m in your head, Austin. I know you, city boy, I know how you move, how you think, how you react.”
A flash of silver in the lantern light, her knife brandished for the camera to see, the blade pointed at the corner of the room. The camera turned and panned in; a gator, in the corner of the room, hissed and snapped its jaws.
“He’s for you, cherie. When you lose, because, let’s face it, you will, He’s who you’ll see when you wake up in the medical tent. He could very well be the last thing you see. Unless you repent, boy!”
She stood up, slammed the blade into the wooden floor, beside the gator, causing him to hiss once more, thrashing his massive head side to side.
“Come on, Austin, come play with me. I’ll let Toddy know you tried, bless his little heart, you fought hard, but in the end, just couldn’t defeat me.”
She took another hit off her joint, inhaling hard.
“Like I said, Austin, remember, you either put me down, or I’ll rip you apart. You and me. In that ring. History will be made, cherie, one way or another. We’re going to burn this mother fucker to the goddamned ground. Make it one for the books, Austin, otherwise your tombstone will be;
‘Here lies Austin Ramsay, not man enough’. If you find the person I used to be, down there in Hell, grab a seat and watch that shit burn!”
She smiled, chuckling low under her breath. Another hit off that joint before she snuffed it on the sole of her boot.
“It’s not personal, doll, it’s just business.”
She blew a kiss to the camera before the gator lunged,
“See you in Jacksonville, Austin.”
The gator twisted its head, snapping its jaws around the camera and the scene went BLACK.